Chapter 85: I See You as a Man-4
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 85: I See You as a Man-4
Saturday. I’m lying in bed.
>> Garam: President In-ho, I’ll be in front of the center tomorrow at 9:30 AM.
A KakaoTalk message just arrived from Garam.
Without realizing it, a proud, fatherly smile spreads across my face. Whenever I see Garam, I feel a strange urge to look after her.
Ring, ring—
As I’m staring at my phone, it starts to ring.
It’s Ho-cheol.
"Yeah, Ho-cheol."
[Yes, boss. You asked me to call?]
"Right. Did you have a good vacation?"
[Phew, thanks to you, I finally got some real rest. Thank you so much for the extra pocket money, too.]
"It’s nothing. You work hard; it’s the least I can do."
I can hear a touched silence on the other end of the line.
Just how ruthlessly did the previous 'me' work this guy? Even though I wasn't the one who did it, I feel a sense of responsibility.
"I’m sorry for calling when you’re off until tomorrow. I have a favor to ask, and I was wondering if you could take care of it on Monday."
[Oh, don't worry about it. What do you need?]
I told Ho-cheol what I needed.
I listed everything from specific items to the types of connections I required. After a long silence, Ho-cheol asked me a question.
[Boss, you aren't thinking of starting an entertainment agency, are you?]
"It’s nothing like that. I just need some help for someone."
[I’ll ask around.]
"Yeah, I’m counting on you. Enjoy the rest of your holiday."
[Yes, sir. You have a good rest too.]
Leaving Ho-cheol’s bright voice behind, I stretch my arms out and sprawl across the bed.
"Heave-ho."
The soft touch of the blanket feels good.
Still lying down, I turn on my phone and open OceaniaTV.
"I said I wouldn't watch any more streams, but..."
Despite my resolve, a situation has arisen where I have no choice but to watch.
Why? To get Garam into streaming.
In my opinion, streaming is the most suitable side hustle she can do without leaving the center. Therefore, I need to understand the environment of OceaniaTV.
This is the platform where she’ll be broadcasting, after all.
First, I check the storytelling streams. I hop around various channels, regardless of the streamer's gender.
Next, the female streamers. I browse through the top-ranked ones on the favorites list.
Occasionally, some streamers recognize me and try to strike up a conversation, but when I just lurk without responding, they quickly lose interest.
I pick out the "tamer" broadcasts in each category.
Internet streaming is familiar to me, but looking at Garam, she probably isn't used to this kind of thing. Using "spicy," provocative broadcasts as an example would be too much.
I plan to take Garam’s channel in a different direction from the typical female streamer.
Wouldn't a broadcast that delivers useful information be better?
Once, there was a very handsome man who became a huge hit just by streaming himself studying without saying a word.
I’m going to go with something similar.
A woman with a great physique, silently pumping iron at the gym.
It’s excellent material.
The fact that this type of content hasn't appeared in this world yet also helped me make the decision.
Garam’s physical stats are already more than enough—how many women can squat 200kg?—so I plan to fill in the external gaps.
It’s not that Garam is ugly, but if you asked if she’s exceptionally pretty, the answer would be no.
I feel bad saying this, but unless you have incredible variety-show talent, you generally need to be pretty to make it in internet streaming.
Her faded, dyed hair is currently detracting from her charm, so I think that can be resolved to some extent by getting it fixed at a salon.
She also wears stretched-out tracksuits; I wonder how it would be if she switched to form-fitting athletic wear.
For now, her own will is the most important factor, so I’ll hold off on pushing that.
I plan to explain the general plan to her tomorrow while we go to the hair salon.
No matter how much I rack my brain to come up with a plan, I don't know how she’ll take it.
She isn't the type to put herself out there, so I’m worried she might refuse...
I’m a bit concerned.
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"I’ll do it."
Contrary to my worries, she answered instantly.
After picking her up in front of the center, I brought up the topic of personal streaming on the way to the salon, and she reacted more enthusiastically than expected.
"I haven't even finished explaining everything yet."
Give me back the sleep I lost worrying last night. She could have at least pretended to think about it.
"I’m in no position to be picky right now. And with your eye for things, President In-ho, I’m sure it’ll be a guaranteed money-maker."
"Well, I don't know that much about internet streaming either. I’m just giving you the idea."
"Regardless, doing something is better than doing nothing."
"Right. Since you’ve agreed, let’s talk about the concept and everything else once we get back to the center."
"Okay."
We went to a fairly large hair salon. To be honest, it was one of the salons located in my own building.
Among the three salons in my various properties, I carefully selected this one after reading the reviews.
I had made a reservation in advance, so I paired Garam with the most reputable designer in the shop.
I had already told Garam what style I wanted for her.
While Garam was getting her hair done, I decided to get mine cut as well. This mop of hair was getting very uncomfortable during workouts.
"What style would you like?"
"Give me a down perm on the sides, and since my hair tends to stick out, give me a strong perm on top. My part usually goes this way, but I think it’s fine to style it up to show my forehead."
The designer seemed momentarily dazed, perhaps not expecting a large man in his 40s to have such specific requests.
After three hours of endurance (for Garam), we met again at the counter, both looking much sharper.
"Oh, Garam. You look great."
The messy, faded dye at the ends had been cut away, replaced by a medium-length cut with soft waves.
The length is perfect—just long enough to tie up when she works out.
Her overall impression has changed to something very fresh and energetic.
A high-end designer really does make a difference.
"Pre... President, you look good too."
She spoke haltingly, averting her gaze.
"What’s the point of the hair looking good? I need to lose weight."
I paid at the counter and spoke as we headed down the elevator, which the designer personally held open for us.
"But you’ve lost a lot already. You’ve already lost nearly 8kg."
As she said, the progress was visible. But it wasn't enough.
By my standards, I’d lost a lot, but in the eyes of others, I was still obese.
"I think I’ll start looking decent once I lose another 15kg."
As I spoke while stroking my chin, Garam nodded beside me.
"I’m sure you can do it. But honestly, you look really cool even now."
"Haha, thanks for the kind words, even if they're just empty flattery."
Maybe it’s because her image has become so much more vibrant, but her encouragement feels more empowering than usual today.
I held out my palm to her.
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Garam glanced at it, wondering what I was doing.
"This is just the beginning, so let’s high-five to get ourselves pumped up."
At my words, she shyly tapped her hand against mine.